Isla's fun in the sun

Chapter One



‘Fucking car!’ Isla smacked her palms onto the worn steering wheel again, feeling hot, sweaty and incredibly frustrated. She had barely gotten five miles from the airport and her overpriced hire car had broken down already. What was supposed to be the greatest holiday ever, her first holiday as a confident, sexy, newly divorced single woman, was turning into the vacation from hell.

It had all started when her flight had been delayed by five hours, then she had been sat next to the fattest man imaginable, perspiring profusely and taking up half of her seat too. She had then arrived at the airport to find her suitcase hadn’t made it so she only had her hand luggage. A real fuck up of a day.

Now, looking around her, she realised she was lost somewhere in the Greek nomansland between Kos airport and her hotels location in Kefalos. Nothing but scorched dirt and endless blue sky. She really was up shits creek without a paddle.

What had possessed her to book a holiday, straight after receiving her divorce? Was she really that desperate to prove she could be independent? The day Richard, her ex husband had delivered her the divorce papers had come as a great shock. She thought they were happy. They both had well paid jobs, a cute two up, two down semi detached house in Berkshire, life was good, or so she thought. Turns out he had been sleeping with his secretary for months, banging her every time he was late home. A real cliché.

Isla stopped day dreaming to try and call for help, only to find her mobile battery had died, great. She was stranded, in the middle of nowhere with no way to call for help. She perched on the bonnet, praying someone would drive past soon. Sweat was pooling in her cleavage, she tried to wipe it away with her hand, brushing her nipple as she did so, her breast tingled, sensitized by her touch. Her friends had told her the heat could do wonders for your libido, she was beginning to believe them. They had urged her to find a nice Greek boy, have her way and never see him again, a practice fuck, to get her back in the ‘game’. She hadn’t slept with anyone but Richard not since they married five years ago, back when she was eighteen. Before that she had only slept with one other person, a guy at college who took her virginity then never spoke to her again.

She was snapped back to the here and now when she saw a pickup driving towards her, she jumped up, waving her arms in the air, trying to get the driver’s attention. Thankfully, he indicated and pulled up beside her car. She caught a glimpse of a young guy wearing a white vest that emphasised his tanned skin, she thought he was pretty hot in that rough and ready kind of way. He stepped out, running his hand through his long brown hair, pushing it off his face. He had prominent features, a large nose, eyes and mouth, but it didn’t look out of place alongside his well toned body. He strolled over, exuding sex appeal.

‘Need a hand, little lady?’ he asked in pretty good English with only a slight accent. It always amazed Isla how well other countries spoke English, when in England no one took the time to learn anything else. If a guy back home had called her little lady, her inner feminist would have reared its ugly head, but he made it seem like a compliment on her petite-ness not a talk down.

‘Yes please, this heap has given up on me, I think something’s fried, it was steaming like mad, Her voice sounded higher than usual, this hunk of a man was making her incredibly nervous. She realised she was out in the middle of nowhere, on her own with a man she didn’t know. She wasn’t scared, she was aroused.

‘Yep, head gaskets gone, the rental company probably forgot to top up the water, happens a lot,’ He said, bending over the bonnet, giving Isla a fine view of his well defined arse. He turned around, putting his promising bulge in her line of sight, she gulped and lifted her eyes to his face. He was grinning, aware of what she had been looking at.

She readjusted her tank top, revealing more of her substantial bosom, she watched with satisfaction as his eyes drifted down to ogle then flicked back up to her face. She thought she noticed a slight increase in his trouser bulge and smiled knowingly.

She walked over and unhooked the bonnet stay, after shutting it, she perched down on the bonnet facing him, trying to look confident in her actions. She was well out of her comfort zone, but didn’t worry about making a fool of herself, she would never see this man again.

‘So, what do you suggest we do now?’ she raised an eyebrow questioningly. He realised she was coming on to him and moved to position himself between her overhanging legs.

He tilted his head towards her ear and whispered seductively, ‘Well, we could drive you to your hotel and arrange the hire company to collect the car,’ he sucked in her earlobe, making her gasp, before continuing, ‘but I think you’re after a different kind of service,’

She didn’t think about her actions, she just grabbed his face and kissed him for all it was worth. She explored his mouth, tasting nicotine on his tongue, he was obviously a smoker. He started caressing her shoulders, moving in firm circles down her neck, then onto the top of her breasts. He dipped his head and laid sloppy kisses around her bra lining, then in one swift movement, popped her tit out and sucked on it greedily. She moaned, her panties were saturated, her clit pulsing in anticipation. She rubbed her aching crotch up against his cock, trying to get enough friction to find relief.

Unable to take anymore, she undid his zip releasing his massive erection, it sprang free glistening with a drop of pre-cum, oh he was so ready. He followed her lead and undid her own zip on her denim shorts, pushing them off one leg, she flicked them off the other, not caring where they flew. She wrapped her legs around him and in one swift movement he entered her wet folds. It hurt for a second as she was unused to such gurth, but once he began sliding in and out the sweet sensation took over. He grunted with each thrust, trying not to shoot his load before she found her own satisfaction.

‘Fuck me harder!,’ she barely recognised her own voice, shocked by her brazenness. He complied slamming into her roughly, grinding her back into the bonnet, she followed his rhythm but still couldn’t reach her orgasm.

‘Come on baby, let go,’

‘I really want to,’ she groaned in desperation.

She saw him lick his finger, then without warning, he shoved it up her anus, she screamed as her orgasm hit her, she felt him jerk and his hot cum coated her insides. The waves of pleasure made her whole body tremble, she couldn’t remember the last time she had cum, let alone like that. She held on to him, not wanting to let go, he panted into her hair, then after kissing her forehead, pulled his now limp cock out and pulled his jeans up.

She realised, as he moved away, that she was spread on the bonnet, naked from the waist down with a tit hanging out. She burst into hysterical giggles.

‘I think I might keep these,’ she looked up to where he was holding her shorts and grinned, she chucked them to her. She slid them on then tucked her boobs back away.

They drove into town, making general chit chat, she couldn’t believe they had enjoyed hot public sex a few moments before. He pulled up to the hotel she was staying at and jumped out to open her door. He handed her the small hand luggage she had and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

‘See you around,’ she said, planning to never lay eyes on him again.

‘My name’s Damaris, by the way,’

‘Isla,’ She answered and walked into the hotel.